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  In a very cold night,the opening of 4 Cups Written And Directed By Leanetse Seekoe at the Tx Theatre. As I slowly walked into the theatre,I couldn't ignore the soundscapes of rain and thunder,I understood the world I was entering. On stage,four women walking around wearing black in dimly lights carrying baskets of water.I saw a village of women fetching water from the mountain tops.It gave me a sense of ruralism and with the heels on stage,I saw a conflict between two women of separate worlds,I heard a conversation between two women finding a common voice from a distance and understanding what it means to be a women?What it means to be a black women regardless of the location of your birth. The set-designing of the play put this four women in a table to have a cup of something,a chance to discuss,an ear to tell their stories,a chance to speak their own minds about the world that teaches them how to behave,how to be.To put make-up or to be nature. If you look closer to the set,you

IN THE TOWNSHIP:We Get Drunk And Speak Our Colonial Language

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  In a life-circle of an individual,being born and raised in the township can forever be or is a wound grasping for free-will to find self-expression from childhood to adulthood,a personal/collective need from within to untraumatize away parts of our suppressed characteristics and belong without any historical narration of immigration into the period of industrial labour,to the lest unforgotten Apartheid regime,to the suffocating new dawn,we just want to break-free from the chains of installation,to decolonise our pychological/mental disabilities and liberate ourselves from the voice of all forms of oppression. Impilo Yase Kasi is always on survival mode each and every second on the clock,everyone is caught in a web struggling to put food on the table by night fall,there's no time to focus on what's happening in the world unless it affects the condition and politics of stomach. A bread winner is a common phrase used to describe the majority of black households,with one stream o

Bashebeng-Look at them

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BLACKS DONT CRY  "The subject of the play is the governing party and the poor quality of life black people are subjected and accustomed to everyday under the black leadership.The play grapples with the stubborn persistence of failure and lack of accountability on the part of the powers that be. It also looks at the effects of corruption and looting of money and the constant abuse of power by the ruling party and what it all means for economic underclasses and foot soldiers who are carriers of generations of grief, sorrow and the continuous trauma that comes with being black. The relative success of the production lays in the entire ensemble from writing,staging,acting and directing. The play displayed nonconformist narratives that underlined the struggles of black men in past, present and future in the truest form The play formed part of the Siyazikhakhazisa Theatre Festival held at Breytenbach Theatre in Pretoria.It features actors: Siphiwe Phiri who plays the character of (Morek

LEST WE FORGET ITSOSENG

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  The Play:Itsoseng The Playwright:Omphile Molusi. The Direction By Given Hosi Maluleke And Assistance By Sbusiso Mchunu & Helman"Shashu"Mapha And Performance By Mxolisi Masilela. Slogans are boldly written on the walls[Set]. I have seen this words before,I have heard this words being said before,I have heard songs sang using this words and the relevance is famIliar.Our visualising of this words and subliminal messaging is deeply rooted in our historical/political inheritance. A filthy stage with everything you could find possibly in a rubbish-bin.It's literally like a deserted area,a forgotten world. In this case,its a township called "Itsoseng". In the context of the play,the symbolising is not narrowed into what we see outlined in the staging. Dirty papers could be representing votes[The Before and After Electoral process]in a country,torn pieces of paper could be representing the scriptures in the bible,the empty bottle of beer could be the petrol bombs